Spoil My Errant Wife (Patrick and Christina) novel Chapter 78

"Let me go..."

"Patrick, let go of me..."

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her down the stairs.

Christina frowned and looked at the cold profile of the man in front of her.

He suddenly appeared in this old apartment and coldly asked her what she thought he was like.

Then he reached out and dragged her away.She had no idea what he was thinking.

Christina turned around and looked up the stairs with a worried look...He dragged her away.

Cory tried to stop him and lost his balance and fell down.His arm seemed to have been pierced with broken glass.

"Worried about him?"

His voice was cold and deep, and his eyes were fixed on her, which sent a chill through Christina.

Patrick looked at her cringing look and told her word by word, "My cousin specially sent someone to watch over your apartment.He...really cares about you."

The last four words carried a hint of sarcasm.Christina was furious.

"Patrick, what do you mean by that? I helped Cory because he was drunk.We didn't..."

"Get in!"

He lost his patience and ordered her to get in the car.

The car started quickly and steadily up the highway.

He looked straight ahead.

Christina in the passenger seat looked at him with a complicated look.

He was silent, and the atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

Christina looked at him and wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

He texted her last night that something was going on in the United States and that he wouldn't be back until next month.

But now he was in A City...

He was dressed in an expensive suit, still handsome, but he seemed to have lost some weight and looked tired with his brows furrowing a little.

He had been in America for only about two weeks, but somehow she felt like she hadn't seen him in a long time.

Christina turned her head and her mind was in turmoil.

She wanted to ask him a lot of questions.

Especially what Cory said about six years ago...

She hesitated for a long time and made up her mind to ask him, but when her eyes swept over the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, she was shocked.

"Where are we going?!"

This was not the way back to the Hopkins Family.

He didn't answer her.

It was evening, and the sky was dark, and the street lights were lit up.

It was rare for Patrick to drive by himself.

His grim profile was expressionless.

He held the steering wheel in his right hand and turned at a junction ahead, speeding towards the depths of the darkness.

About 30 minutes later, the car got off the highway, and the surrounding streets gradually brightened up, with lights and billboards flashing.

It was a very famous entertainment district in the east of the city, and some people secretly called it the lesser version of Las Vegas.

It was said that this place was empty in the daytime, but when night fell, it would be like a lively carnival.

It was so famous that it attracted many tourists at night, but if they had no friends here, they wouldn't know where the interesting places were.

And this place was very strange to Christina.

Patrick did not enter the busiest area, but turned left and headed for a remote alley.

Christina looked at this strange place in front of her and suddenly felt uneasy.

"Why is he bringing me here?’ Christina thought.

After a while, the car stopped in a quiet and spacious dark alley.

Just as Patrick opened the car door, two people hurried over.

The two men bent down slightly with a fawning smile and whispered something in Patrick's ear.

"Get out."

Patrick turned around and said into the car.

His tone was cold, and no one could tell his emotions at all.

She was very anxious in the passenger seat.

She opened the door and walked slowly out with caution on her face.

Seeing Christina, the two men standing behind looked surprised, as if this was the first time that Patrick had brought a woman over.

The two men didn't dare to look at her.

They nodded slightly at Christina and then led the way for them with a serious face.

After they walked all the way to the end of the dark alley, one of the men stepped forward and knocked five times on a very common big iron door, three long and two short.

Soon, the heavy metal door was pulled open.

Christina looked over and was startled.

Although it was not so bright inside, it could be seen that the decorations and furnishings were magnificent.

As they walked inside step by step, they could hear some noisy music coming out from time to time, and as they continued walking in, the light became brighter.

And she felt more nervous.

She followed Patrick into the elevator and went down to the fourth floor underground.

She felt that the number four was ominous, while the man next to her kept a cold face and did not say a word.

When they reached the fourth floor underground, Christina saw a quaint corridor with European-style crystal lights hanging on both sides of the wall and they gave off orange lights.

They were not so bright, but kind of eerie.

Every step Christina took, she could hear her own footsteps.

This floor was really quiet.

Moreover, when some passers-by saw them, they would immediately stand still and half-bow their heads to make way for them.

And these people couldn't help sizing up Christina as if it was strange for her to be here, which made Christina's scalp a little numb.

What the hell was this place? The phone of the man who had been leading the way suddenly rang and he answered it.

After he hung up, he walked over to Patrick and reported in a low voice.

"Mr.Hopkins, Laurie gave the project of Hai City to Hampton Group, but the budget exceeded 30% of the market price..."

They were talking about business.

Laurie used her power at Hopkins Group to help her husband's family.

She had heard Patrick's aunts' had been coveting the corporation.

But Christina found it strange that this man addressed Laurie by her name.

Laurie was Patrick's eldest aunt anyway.

The man's tone sounded a little disdainful, without any respect.

These people were not from the Hopkins Family.

Christina recalled that the people working for Mr.Hopkins usually called Patrick Patrick.